Chao Song. .

Under the Conferred God Stage. .

Zhao Hao's brows instantly wrinkled. .

An unprecedented sense of crisis made Zhao Hao's hair count down. .

Zhao Hao looked around in the repertoire, but did not find anyone who was going to shoot. .

Moreover, this is the capital of the big business country, with the golden dragon of luck, the powerhouse of the golden fairyland has no way to do it. .

"What's going on..."

Not only Zhao Hao, this

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